Trials and Triumphs I
By: Morris Henderson
(Copyright 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 10
WHERE TO GO?

Eric awakened slowly in the morning from a very deep sleep.  He lay there with his eyes closed, gradually brushing away the cobwebs in his mind.  The first conscious sensation was that he had an erection, which was not uncommon for an eighteen year old boy.  The second, however, was startling. Something was gently rubbing his rigid penis.  His eyes snapped open.  He was instantly fully awake.  But disoriented.  His body jerked and he gasped.  Where was he?  What’s that unusual feeling in his private parts?  It took only a few seconds to realize that he was in bed with Ted Connors and the man was fondling his stiff cock.  A whispering voice reverberated in his ears.  “I’m sorry, Eric.  I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you when you were still sleeping.  But I couldn’t help myself.  My adoration of your body controlled my behavior.  Please ... please forgive me.”

Having recalled his agreement to be a sexual partner of the fiftyish man, Eric said, “No apology necessary.  I was just a little surprised.  But I have to admit that it’s a wonderful way to wake up.”  The comment was not entirely diplomatic because Eric appreciated the compliment and enjoyed the attention.  To emphasize his meaning he grasped the older man’s hand and replaced it on his cock.  “Feel free to do whatever pleases you ... whenever you like.”

“You mean that?  You really don’t mind?”

“Yes, I mean it.  With, of course, the qualifications we discussed before,” Eric added with a grin.  “No S and M stuff and be gentle the first time you fuck me.”

The man returned the grin and said, “Okay.  What I want to do right now is take you into the bathroom, get in the tub with you, and wash every inch of your magnificent body.”

An hour later, after washing each other, occasionally kissing, and playfully dueling with their hard cocks, they returned to bed.  They repeated the sensual lovemaking that they had enjoyed the previous night with less foreplay but with equal satisfaction. 

As they cuddled tightly together in post-orgasmic bliss, Eric reflected on how he came to be the personal assistant (VERY personal!) of the man that had owned the company where he once worked.  He thought about the contrast of his homeless periods and the life of luxury and world travel that he would enjoy.  But then a random thought popped into his mind and he felt compelled to ask, “What about your housekeeper?  She knows I’ll be living here but what will she think about our sleeping together?”

“No problem!” the man replied.  “She has a gay brother.  She’s even a member of PFLAG — Parents and Friends of Lesbians And Gays.  And here’s another bit of good news.  I’ve given her two days off for a long weekend to visit her elderly parents.  That means we have four days of complete privacy.  We can do whatever we want ... whenever we want ... and wherever we want.  I guess you know what that means.”

“I do,” Eric grinned.

“My suggestion right now is that we go downstairs for breakfast.  Don’t bother getting dressed.  I’d like to admire you without the impediment of clothing.  Are you agreeable?”  Eric just grinned his reply.

In spite of the constant distraction of a naked young man in the kitchen, Ted Connors fixed an ample breakfast.  He thoroughly enjoyed the freedom to cast frequent glances and occasionally prolonged stares at the young man’s body.  Eric enjoyed the man’s attention and did his share of ogling the man’s firm, trim body, his swinging cock and balls, and nicely rounded ass.  His earlier fear of becoming a boy toy — or more distastefully, a whore boy — no longer haunted him.  Instead, he acknowledged that he thoroughly enjoyed the sex.  The first and the only sex he had previously, with Brian, was thrilling but it had been spoiled by Brian’s subsequent sullenness and eventual hostility.  However, sex with his new partner, whom he was instructed to pretend to be his dad, was quite different.  The man was considerate, appreciative to an extreme, and a virtuoso in arousing erotic sensations.

After the meal, Connors suggested they relax on the patio behind the house.  “Sounds good,” Eric replied.  “I’ll get my clothes.”

“No need for that, Son.  There’s a privacy fence surrounding the patio and pool.  Nobody will see us.”  After a pause and with a wicked grin, he added, “But we can see as much of each other as we want.’

The patio and the pool were as sumptuous as the interior of the house.  Eric couldn’t imagine how much it cost.  They settled into comfortably padded chairs under a gazebo.  Eric was amused that his dad’s eyes continued to roam up and down his body, lingering periodically on his crotch.  If that’s what pleases him, Eric thought, I’ll help.  He spread his legs to reveal more of his genital region and mischievously asked, “Is that better?”

“MUCH!” the man replied.  “I hope I’m not making you uncomfortable by staring at you.  It’s just that you’re so beautiful.”

 “Not at all.  In fact, I’m flattered.”

“Flattery is a term that’s too often used for false praise.  In your case, however, you’re worthy of admiration.  It’s been a very long time since I’ve been able to catch more than a discrete glance at a naked male body.  And yours is ideal ... so very masculine ... so very sexy.”

Several minutes later, Connors said, “I told you we would be doing a lot of travel.  Most of that will be in foreign countries.  I’m guessing you don’t have a passport.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, we’ll have to remedy that.  It will take several weeks to process the application so our first excursion will have to be in the United States.  Is there any place you would particularly like to visit?”

“No, Sir.  I’ve never....”

The man interrupted by firmly saying, “I thought we agreed that you would not call me ‘Sir’ but would consider me as your dad.  It’s important that we project a respectable image so do me a favor.  Get in the habit of calling me dad.”

“Sorry,” Eric replied.  “I guess I’m still getting used to my new life.  I’ll be more careful ... Dad.”

“Okay.  Now where would you like to go?  What would you like to see and do?”

“I’ve never given it much thought.  I’ve never thought I’d have much of a chance to travel.  Do you have something in mind?”

“Matter of fact, I do.  What do you think of camping and hiking in the Colorado Rockies?  And maybe side trips to the Tetons and Glacier National Park.”

“Sounds wonderful!” Eric gushed.

“Then it’s settled,” the man grinned.  “I’ll make the arrangements.  So after we apply for your passport, we’ll go shopping for camping gear and outdoor clothes.  Right now, however, I’d like a dip in the pool.  Will you join me?”

They swam a few laps and then stopped in the shallow end of the pool.  The man put his hands on Eric’s shoulders and said, “You’re as good in the water as you are in bed.”  He then grabbed the young man’s waist and lifted him up, sitting him on the edge of the pool with legs dangling in the water.  He began fondling Eric’s cock.  It would be impossible to tell which of the two enjoyed it more.

Eric soon sprouted an erection and his dad seized the opportunity.  Fondling the teen’s balls with one hand and encircling the base of his cock with the other, he wrapped his lips around the action-ready rod.  Eric felt the familiar sensations increase and tried to delay orgasm to enjoy them.  But his best efforts failed and he filled his partner’s mouth with hot semen.

Having recovered from his second orgasm of the morning, Eric slid back into the pool and hugged his benefactor.  “May I return the favor?” he asked.

“Not now, Son.  You’re young and virile.  You can get it up and off frequently.  I was like that once but you’ll have to understand that I need some time to recharge my batteries.  While I’m doing that, however, I’d like to do what I just did.  It’s another form of pleasure for me that I thoroughly enjoy.”

The next three days were spent shopping, applying for a passport, and relaxing at home (always nude).  One evening, Ted suggested watching a movie in the basement media room.  Eric agreed.  He thought that would be a welcome break.  He enjoyed the frequent sex — in numerous locations in the house and outdoors — but it had become routine and therefore was slightly less thrilling and gratifying.  Somewhat more troubling for the young man was a growing worry that he would forever be obligated to satisfy what seemed to be the man’s insatiable appetite for sex.  He suppressed that worry, however, with the hope that the frequency of sex would decrease once his benefactor had satisfied a need that had been building up for years.

“Go on downstairs to the media room, Eric.  I’ll get the movie and join you in a moment.”

When the man returned, he brought a videotape that he loaded into the VCR.  “What are we going to watch?” Eric inquired.

“It’s called ‘The Road Trip’ and I thought it might be appropriate since that will be our first excursion.

Within a short time, Eric realized that the video was a gay porno movie.  The first clue was when two studs kissed each other.  It wasn’t long before they drove in a convertible down a dirt road and into a wooded area.  They kissed again, stripped, and made passionate love.  The dialog was lame, the photography was second rate, but the explicitness of the studs’ sex play left little to the imagination.  Eric, in spite of the constant sex for three days, was aroused and sprouted a boner.  The action so captured his attention that he didn’t notice Ted kneeling before him.  Only when he felt his legs being spread apart did he realize what the man wanted.  The combination of the porno movie and his dad’s expert stimulation produced a massive orgasm.

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At nine on Monday morning, Eric and Ted were snuggling together in bed when Sarah, the housekeeper, arrived for work.  She found the kitchen cluttered and a pile of laundry to wash but the four days she spent with her parents were worth extra work that she must do upon her return.  Eric heard the commotion in the kitchen and said, “Geez!  I forgot Sarah would be here this morning.   Maybe I’d better sneak back into my bedroom.”

“No need for you to sneak around, Eric.  But it’s about time we got up.  Why don’t you go to your room and cover your lovely body with some clothes?  I’ll dress, too, and break the news to Sarah about our sleeping arrangements.  She’s very supportive of gay rights.  She may be surprised but she won’t be upset.  And I guarantee that when she meets you, she’ll be happy that I found a superb partner.”

Eric gave the man a hug and said, “I’m happy, too.  For the same reason.  I found a wonderful partner.”

“That’s MARVELOUS!” Sarah squealed when Ted told her that he and Eric would be sharing the master bedroom.  He didn’t explicitly say what else they shared but he assumed that Sarah would grasp the full implications of the news.  His assumption was confirmed when the woman said, “I’ve always thought it was a shame that you lived alone ... without a companion.  You seemed to be married to your job.  But, of course, I never said anything.  That wouldn’t be proper.  But I’m happy for you both and wish you nothing but the best.”

“Thanks, Sarah.  But you must also understand that our sleeping arrangements must be kept a secret.  No one ... not even your brother ... must know the nature of our relationship.”

“But of course!” Sarah replied.  “You can depend on me not to say anything.  I know all too well the consequences.”

“Thanks again,” Ted said.  “Now ... there’s something else I need to say.  I’ve told you that after leaving the company I would be doing a lot of travel.  I may be gone for weeks at a time.  While Eric and I are out of town, you can set your own schedule.  Since nobody will be here, there won’t be much work to do but I’d appreciate it if you would stop by the house periodically just to check on things ... mail, phone messages, that sort of thing.  And coordinate your visits with the landscaper to be here when they take care of the grounds.  I’ve arranged with my accountant to pay all the bills and send your regular weekly paycheck to you.”

“You’re very kind, Mr. Connors.  I’ll take care of everything while you’re away.”

Eric entered the kitchen and Ted said, “Sarah, this is Eric, the new resident in the house.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Eric,” Sarah said.

“And I’m pleased to meet you,” Eric replied.

She shook the young man’s hand but, to Eric’s mild discomfort, held his hand and gazed at his face for several moments.  “Pardon me,” she said.  “It’s just that ... well ... the resemblance to Mr. Connors is remarkable ... at least the way I imagine he looked at your age.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Ted laughed.  “After a bit of breakfast, we’re going to see the travel agent.  We’ll have lunch out.  We then have to do some shopping but we’ll be home for supper.”

“Travel agent?” Sarah inquired.  “Where are you going?  When are you leaving?”

“We’re going camping in the Rocky Mountains.  When or for how long I don’t know yet.  I’ll let you know as soon as we know.”

To be continued...

My thanks to Iatia for his consistently meticulous editing and for his continuing encouragement.
 

Posted:08/10/12